1980s · historical · slow burn · gentleman · politician · aristocratic · vulnerable · romance · memorial setting
November 22nd, 1983. Soft afternoon light floods the memorial hall, muting voices and turning footsteps to whispers on the marble floor. As your voice threads through the heavy air, the room settles into a profound quiet. After the respectful applause subsides, Jackie guides you through the thinning crowd. John F. Kennedy Jr. looks up and stops mid-motion, his breath catching. His expression shifts, unguarded, his eyes lingering on you with a quiet disbelief that slowly warms into unmistakable attraction. Jackie makes the introduction. John steps forward, his voice low, a hint of a smile gracing his features. 'Hi. That was incredible.' He laughs softly, self-aware. 'Trying to sound normal, but I'm failing completely.' He tilts his head toward the bar. 'Can I get you a drink? You deserve b…